"But, whoever it is, can't be unaffected here!" said Ysera, with great certainty.

"I'm affected!" Duke tapped his temple, then scratched his fingers. I saw his translucent right hand, and as soon as he grabbed it, he pulled out an illusory 'human skin' that was exactly the same as the outline of his face.

No, it wasn't human skin, it was like a three-dimensional projection in the shape of a Duke.

For a moment, Ysera thought Duke was playing with magic mirroring.

She immediately confirmed that it was also a spiritual fragment with a soul material.

"I made my spiritual sea into layers of spherical defenses, and every time a certain layer was polluted by the Emerald Nightmare, I discarded this layer of spiritual shield. ”

Isera stood on the spot and immediately said, "But you will still be damaged." ”

"Yes, as long as I stay here, I'll be attacked by the whole nightmare world. So I'm trying to find the fulcrum of this world, or to act as the core of the source of corrosion instead of the attackers behind the scenes. ”

"Can you find it?" said Ysera.

"It's not that I can't, but I've found it. Come—" Duke turned to the left, and Ysera hastened to follow.

Duke slowly stepped on the somewhat illusory crimson earth, but the scene in front of him changed in a second.

Duke tapped the void with his left hand, and one huge landscape after another turned into molten wax in front of a man and a dragon, disappearing into the void.

The scene changes.

Soon, the shadow of a towering giant tree appeared in front of them.

"It's ...... Sarah Dahill?" Ysera was a little stunned.

Duke looked up slightly.

What X Dahir is, in fact, is the World Tree planted by a group of Night Elf druids, one after another, one after another.

After the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago, Azeroth underwent a great change, and the continent of Ancient Kalimdor was blown up.

The Druid survivors in the Broken Isles wanted to heal Azeroth by planting the World Tree, so they planted Sara Dasil in Valsara.

Prior to the "Return of the Legion", although the Broken Isles region was enveloped by the power of the Maelstrom, Sarah Dahir had been present in the Broken Isles and had no trouble.

The Coalition has yet to capture Suramar, let alone Sarah Dahir in the Blackheart Glades further northwest of the Broken Isles.

However, in the Emerald Dreamland, the spiritual blueprint of Azeroth, Sarah Dahir has been unharmed.

At this time, Ysera saw a dragon.

Her face turned rather bad, and a dream-like voice came out of her red lips: "Nissandra......"

Duke was sighing too.

Nisandra was once the guardian of Sarada Hill, the World Tree in Emerald Dreams.

As a member of the Green Dragon Legion, the sleeping Guardian was consumed by the Corruption when the mysterious Nightmare of Corruption devoured Sarah Dahir in her dreams.

Today, Nisandra is only a remnant of the past, mired in the plague, ready to devour any fool who dares to go deep into her lair.

"Whew—" That's an angry roar!

The shadow of the green dragon was no longer visible on this giant dragon.

The once beautiful green scales all show a miserable white gray matter. It looks like it will be weathered at any moment, and then crumble on the spot.

Ysera pursed her lips, which made her feel uncomfortable, because the nightmare dragon reminded her of herself as an Ancestral Dragon......

Nisandra sensed the threat, and spat out dirty saliva as soon as she came up.

Although tempted to define it as dragon's breath, it's disgusting.

It is green and oily, mixed with a large amount of viscous liquid from the limbs of large and small insects, which smells worse than the rancid water eaten by pigs.

This is also a form of corrosive ejection.

Duke stretched out his hand, and a translucent purple-blue arcane curtain wall immediately appeared above their heads.

A little further forward, a mage's hand the size of a tank appeared out of thin air. As soon as it pushed, the arcane wall immediately moved forward.

The mass was swooping down, and the rotting breath that poured on its head was like a baseball that had been knocked back, making a "straddle" sound in mid-air, and bouncing back at a faster speed.

Nisandra didn't have time to dodge, and was directly dodged by her own rotten breath.

This made her a little blindsided, who already didn't have much sense.

As a stand-up entry-level boss, Nissandra's stunts are really good.

If it's a turtle at the point in time of the Burning Crusade, perhaps her corrosive breath will bring enough chaos to mortal heroes.

And that's all.

"Duke, stop torturing her. Let her rest in peace, even if it is already a remnant of her......" Isera pleaded.

"Hmm. Duke raised his finger, and more arcane barriers appeared around Nissandra.

This was to cut off her from breathing and attacking corrosion.

"Roar—" Nisandra bared her teeth and claws, trying to break through the arcane curtain walls with the rhinoceros-like horns of her dragon's head.

Unfortunately, Duke took a wrist, and suddenly an arcane light rope that required at least three people to hug appeared around her. One shot wrapped around her two hind legs.

"Bang!" she fell to the ground in embarrassment with a loud bang.

She let out a beastly scream, and at that moment countless green beetles the size of a tricycle began to emerge from the ground in all directions, and they let out a squealing cry and swarmed towards the two Dukes.

Duke snapped his fingers!

An ice storm immediately rose.

Listening to the continuous sound of "ping pong", similar to the explosion of glass, the two of them looked diagonally upwards above their heads, only to see countless snow-white ice cubes flying out.

Hundreds of large beetles instantly became ice sculptures, and then more frost elementals covered them, making them ice cubes.

Eventually, it was crushed into ice slag by the storm in mid-air.

With Duke and Ysera as the center, a crystal rain seemed to fall thirty meters in diameter, and countless ice crystals that were insects' limbs fell one after another, and a layer of ice and snow residue was forced on the ground.

At this time, Ysera was stunned to find that Nissandra was not moving.

The huge dragon body turned into a huge ice sculpture.

It seems that only in this state can Ysera find the beautiful shadow of her past in this beautiful subordinate of the past.

"Click!" the ice sculpture shattered.

A huge ice-forged dragon completely exploded into tens of thousands of large and small irregular pieces.

"It's over?" said Isera, unconvinced.

"Hmm. There is no pain. ”

This is not a contest of levels, and there is nothing to boast about in itself.

But after the ice sculpture shattered, a brilliant orange-red glow caught Duke's attention.

"It's ......"

In Azeroth, orange represents only one equipment quality - an artifact.

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